American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

"There are at least three other organizations now offering 'supernatural defense services.' Basically, mercenaries are enhanced with harvested abilities." "Blackthorne is hiring humans to fight his war?" Diana sounded disgusted. "That violates every supernatural law." "Blackthorne doesn't care about laws. He cares about winning." I felt cold fury building. "If he's willing to use enhanced humans, there are no rules anymore." Luna, still in my arms, went very still. Her eyes took on that distant, unfocused look that meant she was having a vision. "Luna? What do you see?" "Fire. Silver. Screaming." Her voice was monotone. "Humans with wolf faces. Not real wolves. Wrong wolves. They hurt people

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“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own. As she walked back, feeling Dante’s golden eyes guarding her back, Helena knew that her curiosity had led her to the edge of reason. The signs were everywhere—in the deep claw marks on the oak, in the torn leather, in the feverish heat of his skin. The supernatural was no longer a town legend; it was the breath she shared with the alpha biker. And the abyss he had spoken of no longer seemed something to be avoided, but the only possible destination for someone who had been marked by the same flame that burned in Dante’s eyes.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

"Safe Harbor is about twenty minutes from here. Nathaniel, call your contact and let them know we're coming." As they drove through city streets now bathed in golden hour light, Casie caught glimpses of a world she'd spent ten years trying to ignore—a witch disguised as a street vendor selling charms alongside hot pretzels, a pair of vampires conducting business outside a blood bank, a shifter in partial transformation darting down an alley. The supernatural community had always existed alongside the human one, hidden in plain sight. "I'm seeing them now," Rick murmured, his gaze following the same supernatural indicators Casie had noticed. "It's like someone adjusted the contrast on the wor

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

Is he human, is he even real, is this a nightmare, is this hell, is this punishment, is he some kind of demon who can grow back what I took, am I hallucinating, is the blood loss making me see things, why why why is this happening to me? And I wanted to grab you, yes you, whoever is reading this, and shake you and scream, do you see this, do you hear him, do you understand how sick this is, because I swear to the Moon Goddess I am not crazy, this is happening, and I don’t know how to survive it. “But then again,” Darren said, his hand still on himself, his smirk stretching so wide I wanted to claw it off his face. “Then again it’s not important. I think you already know I’m immortal. Anyways

“Now, if it does harm you, it might be something else entirely.” “You know, like a demon haunting you or some kind of paranormal entity messing with your subconscious,” he added. His casual tone only made the weight in my chest grow heavier, and I sighed deeply. I wanted to dismiss his words as mere superstition. But Damien is a demon—and the lingering sensation of his touch—made me feel like the boundary between dreams and reality wasn’t so clear-cut after all. “Are you having nightmares lately?” Anton asked, his voice laced with genuine concern as he leaned slightly forward, his eyes studying my face intently.